Oh dear, oh dear, England what have you done
Another World Cup and nothing’s been won
You have all the stars in a team that could win
To perform in this way was a bit of a sin
Whilst the Nation prepared for a footballing feast
Your performance was tactically inept, to say the least
Other Nations cheered at their team’s efforts and skill
We watched in dismay with your apathy and lack of will
Is it too much to ask, that you give all you’ve got?
There were never any signs that we may get a lot
If there are lessons to be learned from this awful display
We need a clear out of the old school, just send them away
A team of hungry young guns are what we need
A team with fight and inspiration for the Nation to feed
With four years to go to the next World cup
There’s plenty of time to pick ourselves up
If we start our campaign with the same inept old crowd
The Nation will be rebelling and screaming out loud
This bunch will be too old, over paid and under worked
It’s time for a clear out, the managers job is not to be shirked
So if the next time England play, we see Beckham and co
I’m afraid the FA will have lost their way and we continue with woe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
football was once a mans game, now it`s played by pillocks and plonkers to pay good money to watch `em you`ve got to be completely bonkers